as i close the door

candlelight flickering

doused by silence

20 years and you

etched in the throes of

a lingering memory.
moments are shards
of glass
shattered upon the shore
seagulls carry my soul
back to shore
basking  in the winter sun
i find solace as i slowly
close the door
on what was


Detached from the dead universe,
born into emptiness, separated
from the chord of life, amniotic
drowning pool, spilled over into
cathartic neurotic streets in which
we dwell and live the dreams of

We are detached from the gods,

the universe, nature and each other.

We spend our lifespans staring into
emotionless monitors, overstimulated
with too much information, and not
enough time for human interaction.

We have lost our direction in this cosmic

We have lost our purpose and vision and
love for one another.

We have become shadows of our former
selves, clutching at pitchforks watching the
world burn into oblivion.



Wayne Russell is or has been many things in his time upon this planet, he has been a creative writer, world traveler, graphic designer, former soldier, and former sailor. Wayne has been widely published in both online and hard copy creative writing magazines. From 2016-17 he also founded and edited Degenerate Literature. In late 2018, the kind editors at Ariel Chart nominated Wayne for his first Pushcart Prize for the poem “Stranger in a Strange Town.” Where Angels Fear was his debut e-book, but due to unforeseen circumstances, it was pulled from the publishers’ list of titles


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